BONES

von Yolanda Olson

Content advisory: The following book contains vivid depictions of gore, graphic sexual violence, endless mind games, will induce strangely beautiful feelings of paranoia, and lots of bad things. Really bad things. It's not recommended eating before, during, or after reading this story. Prepare for a one way trip to Hell.

I'm haunted.

Not by ghosts, but by a face I can't quite remember. Eyes that shine so brightly each time I see them, are now nothing more than a hazy memory.

I'm consumed.

The thoughts that whisper so quietly inside my mind when I'm sure I have this evil inside of me under control are becoming more persistent.

I'm lost.

I know where I need to be, but not quite sure if I'll get there. Will she ever show her face to me or will I always only see a blank slate of nothing?

There are only a few simple things I know to be true:

I'm not a messy man. I'm not a serial killer. I can stop anytime I want to. I am NOT crazy.